Falling For Her - Prologue
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The woman was as beautiful as she always was – particularly since she was smiling. She has a wonderful and warm smile that makes your heart melt if it comes your way. Her fair skin radiant, her teeth perfectly white, her lips a subtle, yet flashy shade of red. It all served as highlights of her perfection, but these features served as mere accents to the jewels that were her eyes.
They were brown, usually lined with a degree of eye shadow that suggested a hint of mystery or darkness behind them. More than that, it gave them a little kick, just a little something extra that worked to enhance whatever emotion she wanted the person she was communicating with to feel. If she flashed a warm smile, her eyes left no doubt of reassurance. If she was being cold, they cut just a little deeper.
It seemed that like everything in her life, even her makeup served whatever purpose she wanted. It added to and complimented her underlying perfection.
Power. It gave her power.
“Awwww,” she cooed, “what a wet little baby you are.”
She was looking down at the man lying below her, though he was hardly much of a man at all. He was 19 years old, a Freshman at the nearby university, barely out of high school. Baby could have been appropriate outside of this room, but in this room…well, it was downright necessary.
The 19-year-old hardly looked his age in his present state – lying on an adult-sized changing table, an untaped and swollen diaper resting between his legs. His hands were up by his head, forced there by tightly wrapped cuffs secured to the frame of the table. No fingers were visible either, encased in mittens that rendered his hands unusable for anything more than something basic, like holding a baby bottle filled with juice, for instance…a fact he had demonstrated by doing just that slightly over an hour before.
“Are you a little virgin, baby?” She asked.
He blushed, embarrassment betraying his arousal. He was naked, save for the wet diaper now barely covering his loins. No body hair – what little he had had been shaven away or stripped with hair-removal cream. His pubic hair had been eliminated as well.
She smiled one of her wonderful smiles, continuing to look down on him, her waist pressed casually against the side of the changing table. She was wearing a blue cotton dress, a casual yet sexy choice for this warm summer afternoon. Her fingers grazed over the front of the diaper, having just untaped them. She tapped her right index fingernail on the front of the diaper, just above where a penis would be expected.
“Oh yes, little one is definitely a virgin. Such a cute little baby boy. Has never put this to use, has he?” She patted the front of his diaper and he squirmed now, the diaper threatening to slip away and eliminate the separation between her hand and the toy he’d never put to proper use. His legs strained to move, hampered by the equally tight cuffs around his ankles. He was relatively muscular – no bodybuilder – but in decent shape. Muscles would be no match for these restraints, however.
The woman’s jet black hair had been straightened, not a curl on her head. Just as with everything else, she had it tightly under her control. She was 27 years old and could’ve been his old babysitter, back for revenge. She wasn’t though. They had only learned each other’s names 3 weeks ago. Yet judging by the look on his face, he’d never forget hers.
If the overgrown toddler awaiting a diaper change could have spoken, he might only have embarrassed himself further in front of the goddess giving him attention. Fortunately for him, she had decided to gag him with a large pacifier, strapped securely in place.
She kept her right hand on the diaper, pressing into his crotch - a squishing noise accompanying the crinkle. Her other hand reached up and gave his paci a playful tug back and forth, insulting his inability to speak back to her, to try and prove his manliness through the silly words of silly little boys.
She then turned her attention back to the diapered crotch in front of her. Peeling back the diaper below, his wet penis sprang to attention – a glistening, diamond-hard erection. “My my, what do we have here? Is the baby excited for his diapey change?” She said with an excited voice reserved for children.
It was an incredibly hot scene. A beautiful, dominant goddess, her dress hugging her tight body in all the right places, standing over her thoroughly dominated and restrained prey. He was at her mercy, begging with his eyes for release – not from his restraints – those were secondary to the immediate concern of an orgasm.
She stood over him with all the power. It was truly a sight to behold. There was just one problem.
That adult baby lying on the table wasn’t me.
“Sissy – wipe” she said suddenly. Her well-manicured hand flipping over and shooting out towards me, demanding action. I scrambled to bring the tray forward. It was silver and contained all the things you would expect to assist in a diaper change. Large adult diaper. Baby powder and duster. Vaseline. The item she had just demanded was there as well – a box of wipes already opened, a baby wipe standing ready to be plucked for use.
I appeared after a few quick steps – my mastery of high heels was incomplete to say the least, the carpet in the nursery helping nothing. She shot me a quick look for the second’s delay, eyes flashing cold momentarily at me before she plucked a wipe and returned to the diapered subject below.
If his eyes were capable of looking anywhere but her face, the freshman might’ve noticed a large diamond ring on the hand that had just played with his pacifier. The woman having so much fun teasing a diaper change was my fiancé and that ring was something a college student could never hope to afford.
I had once been accustomed to regular diaper changes from her, but that was before sissy training. “If we’re going to get married, I want to make sure you’re capable of doing both,” she had teased me when proposing the idea. As an Adult Baby through and through, I had never been big into the idea of sissification, but Kate has a way of…making me do things.
I am 31 years old, a successful businessman engaged to the woman of his dreams, living in a nice house in a nice suburban neighborhood. To anyone caring to take a look, I am living the dream.
Yet here I stand, wearing a feminine wig, my face made up, with zero body or facial hair (the beard was shaved over a year ago). I am wearing with a French maid’s uniform with high heels on. The corset is tight, securing my feminine figure.
I used to be a regular at the gym, now my muscles get more atrophied by the day, my workouts restricted by Kate to cardio only with a squat routine designed more to pump out my ass and hips than to keep me strong. My fingernails are the longest they’ve ever been with the most nail polish they’ve ever had applied. As for the bra and panties? Well, needless to say those were firsts.
You wouldn’t have to bend down too far – or more likely I wouldn’t have to been too far over – in order to get a look at my ass in all its pantied glory. But you’d have to actually pull them down to see the pias de resistance of my sissification – the chastity belt that ensures my “clity”, as Kate has taken to calling it, remains soft, secure, and under her control.
It has been two months since Kate took away my diapers and replaced them with panties. She’s promised me I’ll get them back one day, but until she’s satisfied with my performance as a sissy, our house is diaper-free.
Or at least it was - until tonight.
She started with his balls, cleaning those first before moving around. Her touch was light, airily swabbing his most sensitive areas. I was nervous. Boundaries were being pushed and she knew it. We had discussed her teasing this college boy, a local ABDL plaything. Now that she was giving him a diaper change, on my changing table, I wasn’t liking how I was feeling.
“I have to say,” she said with mild amusement. “For such a young, preciously LITTLE baby boy…you have surprisingly BIG boy parts!” He smiled with pride…at least as much as one could muster given his current state. “You’ve certainly got a few inches on sissy’s clitty. Especially now that sissy’s little clitty is all locked away in her panties…isn’t that right sissy?”
She didn’t take her eyes off his crotch. “Yes mistress,” I said softly in an elevated sissy voice. It was true. I stood at a respectable 4.5…maybe 5 inches on a good day. Not a big dicked man, but certainly not-
“Sissy’s clitty hasn’t been let out like this in a few weeks now, baby. You must be so happy I’m letting you be big and free for your diaper change, aren’t you?”
He nodded excitedly, glancing a short glance in my direction. Was that a pacified sneer that I saw?
Kate smiled and then discarded another baby wipe. “Babies whose diapers I change may not be wearing clitty cages all the time on their peepees, but that doesn’t mean they get to do things outside of wetting with them without my permission. Do you understand?”
He looked dejected and gave a little whine. He was desperate to cum and letting his disappointment show. What an undisciplined man he was, daring to question the queen in front of him, expressing disappointment. Attempting to have some control.
“Do you understand?” Kate said, this time sternly. As she did it, she took his balls in her hand, squeezing in a firm, but not sadistic way. He quickly bobbed his head up and down in a confirming nod.
“Good,” she said. “Now as I was saying…” with that she removed her hand from his balls and wrapped her fingers around his cock, at the base, taking as much as she could around her fingers, but avoiding the head by virtue of his length. She just put it there, holding it like nothing had changed.
He tensed up immediately. I thought he might cum then and there. It probably took some effort to hold off. He definitely was a virgin. As he tensed, so did I. My fiance’s hand was now wrapped around another sub’s cock for the first time since I’d met her.
“Ooooh yes indeed. Definitely bigger than sissy here. A bit more girth, too. My hand goes from base to start of sissy’s head when I hold her like this…but I’ve got another inch to go if I want to touch that tip. What a lovely man-sized cock you have. Hard to believe you’re just a diaper wetting baby.”
She was teasing him, of course, but she had thrown in an edge there. A sexual edge. She knew how to use tone. Babies and sissies don’t do big boy things with their cocks with women like her. But men? Men do. Men with man-sized cocks…
My corset felt awfully tight just thing. Was I holding my breath? She was touching another man. I knew she would have to when she changed his diaper, but this was awful. I could always say my safe word…she would stop then, right? She’d stop interacting with him, even though I wasn’t directly involved, right? We had agreed to experiment with this guy together, we knew-
She moaned. It was a sensual moan of desire. “It’s so lovely…so strong…” Her head was bending towards it now. “I wonder how it would feel…” She licked her lips slowly, leaving her mouth slightly opened as she leaned a little downwards.
I was nearly in a panic, the safeword on my tongue, ready to spring into action and save the day. I should say it now before she gets any closer. Say it now before…before…
“uuuuuggghghmmffff!” A muffled squeal emanated from behind the pacifier. Kate’s head snaped back, narrowly avoiding the first pump of cum shooting high above the changing table. She still held her hand on the base of his cock, but she had never moved it.
The little baby virgin boy had blown his load far, far too early.
Kate’s laughter broke the silence. “You pathetic little virgin baby,” she laughed. Rope after rope flew into the air and covered his chest. “Couldn’t handle a few words from a mistress without shooting your load. How sad. Let’s clean up this sticky mess and get you back into diapers where you belong. You’ll be getting a spanking later, too. How dare you cum without my permission?”
The adult baby pouted, beet red with embarrassment.
I breathed again. If we were going to play a bit with this inexperienced college kid, is this how it was always going to go?
What did Kate have planned for us?
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